Taroc grinned. “As you wish.”
“I had no idea,” Vexen groaned and rolled over to kiss me.
Taroc started thrusting into me as we kissed, but Vex didn't mind. He eased back from me but laid his head down beside mine to watch Taroc's powerful body bow and arch, his thick arms holding my legs aloft and out to the sides, and his massive cock plowing into me, making wet sounds.
“You're so full of cum,” Taroc said and paused. He pulled out, then slipped a finger into me.
I felt magic tingle inside me and gasped as it gathered the cum in my channel. It slid out of my ass, making me shudder and sigh, then Taroc sent it into the bathroom—a thick milky ribbon.
“Holy fuck!” Keltyr exclaimed. “We can do that?”
“I can do that. I don't know what you can do,” Taroc said as he thrust back into me. “And now, my good boy.” He grabbed my cock and pumped it. “Are you sure you want me to come on your chest?”
I grinned. “No. I want you to refill my ass.”
“That's what I thought,” Taroc said.
“Oh, fuck. I need to get back inside him soon,” Vexen said. “His tight channel, not his mouth. My tiger wants to replace what you removed.”
“I understand. Give me a few minutes,” Taroc grunted, then sped up. “Or maybe a few seconds.”
I smiled as my life became even more magical.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“How do you manage to ever leave this bed?” Vex said hours later, his voice in a low, satisfied, and supremely happy tone.
The six of us were in a happy pile, draped over each other with me in the center. The best place to be. Sun still shone through the windows, but I knew it was getting late because, as if in answer to Vex, my stomach rumbled.
“That's how,” Rath said as he unwound his limbs and extricated his hair from the sprawled mass of muscles, smiling faces, and spent shafts. Once he was free, he reached back in for me. “Come on, love. Let's get some food in you.”
“As opposed to everything else we've put in him,” Keltyr joked.
“Not your best,” Taroc said.
“Hey, I'm working with post multiple orgasm brain here,” Kel said. “I can't be expected to be as witty as usual.”
“Don't worry,” Xae drawled and sat up. “Our expectations of you are low.”
“Did Xae just out-joke you?” I asked Kel.
Keltyr shot out of bed, tail lashing and cock swinging. “Absolutely not! I won't have it! I am the funny one in this group.”
“This pack,” I corrected with a grin at Xae. “We're a pack.”
“A pack,” Vexen tested the words, then groaned as he sat up. “I like that. A pack with extended connections. We have my clan, Taroc's, and Xaedren's.”
Xae's face twitched, but he didn't say anything, just headed into the dressing room.
“Xae's family was killed in the war,” I whispered.
Vex blinked. “His entire family?”
“Yes. And nearly his entire village. There is still the Wolf Clan, of course, and all their sub-clans—what they call packs. But his pack, the Fenren Pack, is practically gone. The survivors split up. Probably joined other packs. All except for Xae.”
“Fenren,” Vex said. “I know that village. It's . . . they say it's haunted.”
“It's not haunted!” Xae growled as he came out of the dressing room in pants and boots, holding his tunic in his fist. “It's just abandoned. It's . . . sad.”
